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[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Since he's on the run from SHIELD with boy genius Amadeus Cho, Hercules was not expecting the door he opened to bring him to a glorius bar.

So the 6' 5" tall barrel chested man (wearing a big yellow and green sash and, well, skirt combo) pauses, looking around for a moment. Then, with a mighty laugh, he walks straight up to the bar.

"A cask of thy finest ale!" he orders. "For it is glorious of Olympus to bestow such a gift on the Prince of Power as this tavern!"

[ooc: Here he is... Mister Hercules. Have at him in the bar proper, now :D]

[tiny tag: Hercules]

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[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

Hercules flexes a bit. "It is good to meet another Fury," he says. "Your counterpart is a good man."

[hermajestysfury]

"I have heard variations on that." Sir Nicholas allows. To wit: that his counterpart is an asshole.

It works.

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

"We have not quarreled," he says. "And he has done much good."

[hermajestysfury]

"He is not me." Sir Nicholas says with a shrug, "I will take no more credit for his good deeds than I will blame for his evils."

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

"Then we shall have to become acquainted," Hercules says. "So I may know what your deeds are."

[hermajestysfury]

"I served my Queen." Sir Nicholas says quietly, "I served my people." It's a lifetime of war; starting and stopping them. A lifetime of spying, of assassinating, of risking his own life and the lives of others. It's one moment of walking through a portal to save the rest of the world.

But his words are enough for him. Sir Nicholas is a proud man, but not a prideful one.

[i-brained-clor.livejournal.com]

"I understand that," Herc says. "I served my father."